A Poem Composed in an Ice Storm on Highway 169 at Midnight Last Night
(after I arrived at my cabin to find no electricity and drove out again to find a warm bed at the Patterson home in Mankato)
NOTHING MORE
there is nothing more
fabulous
frightening
free
than the second
you sense
what no others
can see
there is nothing more
marvelous
magic
and fun
than the moment
a million minds
merge
into one
there is nothing more
terrible
freeing
and true
than the instant
you know
exactly
exactly
exactly
what you
must do
nothing more